I'm feeling a little more like a person again and a little less like a milk dispenser...so that means it's finally time for a new post! Today is actually Logan's official due date...and here he is 3 weeks old already! Craziness!
I thought I'd post about the delivery, since everyone keeps asking me what having a baby in a third world country is really like. Let's just say that we thought it would be quick and relatively easy (from past experience), but it ended up being a lot longer and more painful than I had bargained for....although still doable and of course worth every minute!
I was induced early that morning, and because the
pitocin worked so quickly with such a small dosage [the smallest dose my doctor has EVER had to give anyone], we all thought we'd have the baby by lunchtime. However that didn't turn out to be the case. Brett had been telling my doctor for months that he thought I shouldn't have an epidural. Well, he essentially got his wish! Because the epidural didn't work worth a darn!! It numbed my legs up really good, but that's about it. The hours just dragged on and on. I was having VERY strong contractions and labor seemed to be progressing rather quickly, but no baby was coming. The baby's heart rate also would drop with each contraction, but then bounce right back--which caused some concern. And I was in serious pain since the epidural did nothing for my stomach and back. I could tell my doctor was pretty concerned about something, but I didn't know what since she kept talking to everyone in Tagalog. At least in the States you kind of know what's going on since everything is said in English!! Now, I am glad that I didn't know what was happening but it was really hard at the time! My doctor didn't leave my side though, and after about six hours, she finally figured out that the baby's arm (which if you remember was in front of his face for EVERY ultrasound) was up by his head. He basically had his elbow bent over his head - blocking any forward progress. He was just plain stuck! This was something new to my doctor...never before had she met with such a stubborn elbow!
Since neither my doctor nor I wanted a C-section, she decided to consult her "big book of Obstetrics" for what to do. Turns out this had happened before (though very rare). The book said that the doctor can try to push the arm down, so that's what she did. She pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed...for over 2 hours!! Let me just say,
P.A.I.N.F.U.L!!! They tried to turn him, they had me switch positions hoping that he would move--but nothing worked. And through all of this his heart rate was still dropping with each contraction, but then rebounding like a champ afterward. And STILL my epidural was not working! Finally, my doc said if things didn't change in 5 minutes we'd do a c-section. Boy was I praying at this point...I was not going through all that pain and THEN having a c-section!! And Heavenly Father must have heard me because the doc was finally able to push the baby's hand down and he was on his way! My doc was yelling at everyone in Tagolog and about 20 people swarmed the room--male and female (I've told you before that a white lady attracts a lot of attention here...especially one in labor!). The doc got her robe on, and out the baby came.....just like that! But, he had the cord wrapped around his neck (hence the drop in heart rate), tighter than she says she has ever seen it before. He was blue....and his poor hand was completely purple from all that pushing! It was a little scary! But thankfully he is fine now, and his hand was just really bruised for quite a few days.
But here's the real kicker:Apparently the "big book of Obstetrics" also said that there was 1 case where the doctor pushed the baby's hand back and it traumatized it so much that after a few days the entire arm died and they had to amputate it!!!! My doctor knew all of this when she was pushing Logan's arm back! No wonder she was SO stressed!!!! I told her I am SO glad she didn't tell me any of that...and I'm so glad they were talking in Tagalog now!!!
As for the hospital, well let's just say it ain't quite like home! For starters, I was the only delivery that day and it was during Holy Week...so basically EVERYONE from the entire maternity ward was in my room watching the white lady give birth! That was a little odd...especially when it included male orderlys!!! Also, it took them about 2 hours to find the tv remote for our room...so the tv was stuck on Tagalog cartoons for the entire time! They don't have epidural pumps here either....hence the problem with my epidural not working. The food was typical Filipino food (lots of rice soup, fish with the head still on, and just overall odd stuff)...which is not so good for the average American! They also expected me to walk to the nursery to feed my baby...which was on a different floor. So I would have had to walk down the hall in my hospital gown with no back, then get on the elevator with everyone else at the hospital (which they pack like sardines), and go find my baby. Then, I would have to sit on a hard chair behind a see-through screen to nurse using a really dirty nursing pillow. Sounds like fun, huh!!! Needless to say, I squashed that idea right away! I figured since I was the only delivery of the day someone would surely be available to bring my baby to my room, because I was
NOT getting on that elevator with my white little American bottom showing!! Uh no, ain't happening!!! But the really crazy part of having a baby here is when we tried to take him home. They took us to the nursery to get him, and Brett put him in our carseat. I then put the blanket over top of him so it would help block out some of the pollution from all the car exhausts when we walked out. They looked at Brett and said, "Sir, you can't take him out in that (they didn't even know what the carseat was!)". He said, "Yes, I can!" About 5 nurses swarmed us and said, "You can't leave unless he is swaddled." Apparently the hospital rule is that the baby must be swaddled (in 90-100 + degree weather + humidity!), and must be carried out by hospital staff. Brett told them the baby was riding in a car, not a jeepney and he WAS leaving in the carseat. They followed us to the elevator and then said, "Sir, you have to sign a waiver if he is not swaddled."
Apparently swaddling is better protection than a carseat! Can we all just say
RIDICULOUS!!!
At any rate, it all worked out well aside from the few daily frustrations that you just learn to put up with here. And Logan is doing great! He is by far our easiest baby. He doesn't cry much at all and sleeps like a champ (with his elbow bent above his head no less)! He is just a happy, content baby....finally I get an easy one! :o)